Give me the right to fan that poor flame back,
And thine old beauty to its former glow.
Marg. Blackness! blackness! I grope! I grope! I grope!
Forgive me, Heaven, forgive me! There is no Heaven!
There is no God! The universe one cave,
Where I, a blinded bat do beat my wings
In wounded darkness. O my child, my child!
Some one must save thee!
Ar. I am the only answer to thy prayer,
If there’s a God, he speaks to thee through me,